THE OR­WELLS

Dis­grace­land Warner/At­lantic

Blunt - - In Review -

Per­haps it’s a tes­ta­ment to their youth, but when an al­bum’s open­ing track has you feel­ing like you’re high on life at a high school party (whilst re­sem­bling a some­what less abra­sive FID­LAR), you know you’re in for a hell of a ride. On their sec­ond full-length, The Or­wells are chan­nelling all the right in­flu­ences with­out over­stay­ing their wel­come: there’s hints of Zep­pelin in the ‘70s rock of “Dirty Sheets”, singer Mario Cuomo’s yelps are akin to Jim Mor­ri­son on “The Right­eous One”, and else­where you’ll no­tice par­al­lels be­tween the five-piece and The Strokes and Pix­ies. De­spite the at­ten­tion that’s been turned their way, The Or­wells haven’t stirred the pot too much from 2012’s Re­mem­ber When, stick­ing with the youth­ful, IDGAF slacker in­dif­fer­ence that lured lis­ten­ers in the first place. An ul­ti­mately charm­ing fol­low-up from a promis­ing act in the garage rock stakes.

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